Giallo
The weekend is over, today we share another Monday Yellow, perhaps the following served in the unopening of your weekend:
A hand is not four fingers and a thumb.
Nor is it palm and knuckles, not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow,
not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins.
A hand is not the thick thatch of its lines
with their infinite dramas, nor what it has written,
not on the page, not on the ecstatic body.
Nor is the hand its meadows of holding, of shaping—
not sponge of rising yeast-bread, not rotor pin's smoothness, not ink.
The maple's green hands do not cup the proliferant rain.
What empties itself falls into the place that is open.
A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question.
Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, swarms, departs.
Art: Curlylocks - CorkScrew
Words: Jane Hirshfield - A Hand
Both beautiful. Glad you're back.
Posted by Ally | 2:34 PM